My assignment from my newer therapist is to write something. Hmm…something? It seems like since I’ve been out of the abusive miserable marriage to my husband there is nothing to bitch and complain about. Isn’t that sad?
If I did write would it be dark or happy? My life isn’t completely happy, but then again what does being completely happy look like? I read and am told that only I can determine my happiness aka make it happen. I mean, I cant use the excuse anymore that when I woke up I was set out to have a good day and then my husband fucked it up before it even turned 8 am. No more excuses. I will wake up with pleasant thoughts and try to keep them pleasant throughout the day.